arthur & I

-'je suis blasé ma douce. this place is... raw magic. raw or elemental, whatever. it's mental.' groused Arthur one, cold evening.
'blue men. water-spirits. ah...'  he looked in the amber eye of his too chilled ardberg. 
-'we need someting more, darling. something lionhearted. we need witchcraft.' 
 it was true. our life in lowlands became stodgy and boring.
-'let's go&see Will. this old bastard!' spontaneously proposed Arthur to his empty Glencairn. soon after, Arthur &I got rid of everything we didn't truly own. high-spirited and disencumbered we followed the sun.
we weaved around, doing our best to entertain ourselves in the town of Bayeux. i admit, on a perdu le fil. un peu.
then we followed the sun.
how do i find it? under the tropics? well, it is smashing hot.

babette is wearing a skirt 'guillame' cut in an exceptional piece of old rag with the motive of the Bayeux Tapestry hand-printed on, by babette versus. old, green shetland pullover, thrifted checked pattern jacket, green oversized cape, woolen hand-braided toque 'foxdead' by babette versus and a brooch the 'green-eyed monster' by babette versus. 
shoes by venezia. snowed in. in situ.

 
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